a bit tired but never without something to say.

Its a random tapestry that makes up all the things we call life, its like a tenative balance yet there is only chaos and self destruction to be found in the name of something so petty they would call it love just a chemical responce to stimulus and paternal instincts  ruin comes as life burns around you when you see that no matter what some will never escape the call of just being another animal with no wish and no will to use what was given to raise them above the brutes of the earth